Who Am I?
Who am I?
I am a seeker.
I have ridden horses through the Snake River at dusk. I have run with the bulls in Pamplona. I have played harmonica alongside Italian Violinists in Venice’s Plaza San Marco. I have studied the laws of America, and the laws of different faiths. I have scaled a looming chapel by hand, in the middle of the night, and seen the city of Hartford as few see it – something beautiful.
I have tried substances both legal and otherwise. I have hiked mountains. I have lived in cities. I have biked down a volcano, twice. I have visited the monastery where St. Francis made his home, and prayed where he prayed. I have visited Las Vegas, and prayed there, too (albeit, perhaps, for different reasons).
I am a hypocrite.
I have cheated on lovers and gotten angry at lovers for cheating on me. I have neglected my family and lamented their neglect of me. I have lied, but been upset at being lied to. I hate violence, but engage in it. I try to love my enemies, but more often end up figuratively hitting them.
I am a creator.
I have acted on stages in Illinois, Maine, and New York City. I have written a book for children on loss. I have sung on stage at CBGB’s 1313 (RIP). I have sung “Stray Cat Strut” at the Kennedy Center. I have spent countless hours reading, writing, and drawing.
I am a doubter.
I love my country, but distrust my President. I support our troops, but protested the War in Iraq before it began. I am unable to accept, at face value, Christ’s divinity, or anyone else’s. Despite a hope for, and faith in, humanity, I tend to expect the worst from people.
I am a “family” man.
There is nothing more important to me on this earth. My family isn’t large, but it’s everything to me. They are my clichéd phrase (Choose one: “rock,” “anchor,” “foundation,” “posse.”).
I am an American.
There is no country on this earth as full of possibility as America. There is no country on this earth that has so consistently examined itself and found itself wanting, to the betterment of its people. There is no other country on this earth where the word “Liberty” can mean, and has meant, so much.
I love my country so much that I’m unafraid to disagree with it, because I know my country can take it. It’s taken much worse and stood prouder in the end for it. Despite fears of Big Government, I do not have to worry about someone knocking down my door and seizing my computer. I can, and do, express my civic discontent.
Because America isn’t about rigidity. It was built to change, and to grow. Despite occasional lapses, the Founders’ system has worked. In a nation devoted to the ideals of liberty, no slavery can stay justified. No bigotry can go forever-unchallenged.
I love my country because it’s still the greatest damn country in the world.
I am a believer.
I believe in the existence of God. I believe that the words of the prophet Jesus Christ communicate the basic moral truths espoused by nearly every major world religion, and I choose to interpret my faith through the prism of his words.
I do not know if Jesus was the Son of God. I do not believe that it ultimately matters to my faith if he was. Regardless of his divinity, Jesus spoke elemental and profound truth.
This truth is reflected in so many of the world’s major religions, from Buddhism to Islam, that it is impossible for me to accept that there is only one true road to “salvation.”
I believe that your personal relationship with God is your own. As long as your beliefs do not impugn the well-being of others, your road is a righteous one.
I believe that a person’s spiritual journey ultimately begins and ends inside themselves. It is not the business of faith to tell a man or a woman that their beliefs/practices are wrong.
Faith is not empirical. You cannot prove it.
…Who are you?
How do you see yourself, in short strokes? How do you view your life and it's "meaning"? It's structure?
Are you a seeker? Are you a cynic? Are you a lover (and not/also a fighter)? What do you believe?
How often do we ask ourselves these questions? Always? Sometimes? Never?
Can we approach faith, or life, without an understanding of the self? Of the flaws and the passions and kindnesses that make up our souls? If so, I've yet to meet the person capable of doing so.
Who are you?
I am a seeker.
I have ridden horses through the Snake River at dusk. I have run with the bulls in Pamplona. I have played harmonica alongside Italian Violinists in Venice’s Plaza San Marco. I have studied the laws of America, and the laws of different faiths. I have scaled a looming chapel by hand, in the middle of the night, and seen the city of Hartford as few see it – something beautiful.
I have tried substances both legal and otherwise. I have hiked mountains. I have lived in cities. I have biked down a volcano, twice. I have visited the monastery where St. Francis made his home, and prayed where he prayed. I have visited Las Vegas, and prayed there, too (albeit, perhaps, for different reasons).
I am a hypocrite.
I have cheated on lovers and gotten angry at lovers for cheating on me. I have neglected my family and lamented their neglect of me. I have lied, but been upset at being lied to. I hate violence, but engage in it. I try to love my enemies, but more often end up figuratively hitting them.
I am a creator.
I have acted on stages in Illinois, Maine, and New York City. I have written a book for children on loss. I have sung on stage at CBGB’s 1313 (RIP). I have sung “Stray Cat Strut” at the Kennedy Center. I have spent countless hours reading, writing, and drawing.
I am a doubter.
I love my country, but distrust my President. I support our troops, but protested the War in Iraq before it began. I am unable to accept, at face value, Christ’s divinity, or anyone else’s. Despite a hope for, and faith in, humanity, I tend to expect the worst from people.
I am a “family” man.
There is nothing more important to me on this earth. My family isn’t large, but it’s everything to me. They are my clichéd phrase (Choose one: “rock,” “anchor,” “foundation,” “posse.”).
I am an American.
There is no country on this earth as full of possibility as America. There is no country on this earth that has so consistently examined itself and found itself wanting, to the betterment of its people. There is no other country on this earth where the word “Liberty” can mean, and has meant, so much.
I love my country so much that I’m unafraid to disagree with it, because I know my country can take it. It’s taken much worse and stood prouder in the end for it. Despite fears of Big Government, I do not have to worry about someone knocking down my door and seizing my computer. I can, and do, express my civic discontent.
Because America isn’t about rigidity. It was built to change, and to grow. Despite occasional lapses, the Founders’ system has worked. In a nation devoted to the ideals of liberty, no slavery can stay justified. No bigotry can go forever-unchallenged.
I love my country because it’s still the greatest damn country in the world.
I am a believer.
I believe in the existence of God. I believe that the words of the prophet Jesus Christ communicate the basic moral truths espoused by nearly every major world religion, and I choose to interpret my faith through the prism of his words.
I do not know if Jesus was the Son of God. I do not believe that it ultimately matters to my faith if he was. Regardless of his divinity, Jesus spoke elemental and profound truth.
This truth is reflected in so many of the world’s major religions, from Buddhism to Islam, that it is impossible for me to accept that there is only one true road to “salvation.”
I believe that your personal relationship with God is your own. As long as your beliefs do not impugn the well-being of others, your road is a righteous one.
I believe that a person’s spiritual journey ultimately begins and ends inside themselves. It is not the business of faith to tell a man or a woman that their beliefs/practices are wrong.
Faith is not empirical. You cannot prove it.
…Who are you?
How do you see yourself, in short strokes? How do you view your life and it's "meaning"? It's structure?
Are you a seeker? Are you a cynic? Are you a lover (and not/also a fighter)? What do you believe?
How often do we ask ourselves these questions? Always? Sometimes? Never?
Can we approach faith, or life, without an understanding of the self? Of the flaws and the passions and kindnesses that make up our souls? If so, I've yet to meet the person capable of doing so.
Who are you?
posted by MMorse at 12:06 PM
1 Comments:
Well I have realized several things the past few months.
One. I am both a pessismist and an optimist depending on the day. meaning I can be overly hopeful one day and ridiculously sad sacked the next(possibly bi-polar but the jury is still out on that)
Two. I am lonely. I have friends and family as I have told you before However I have a hard time finding a female compainion(other than the "just friends" category) due to the fact that well to put it bluntly I'm weird. There is a spiritual loneliness I feel many times but somehow I find this a somewhat easier fix considering its more of an inward process.
Three. I can't express a lot of my thoughts and ideas to anyone. I don't mean that my thoughts are unspeakable or anything like that:-) but rather I can't explain them. For example; my writing. I know what I want to put on the page, I can see it. However when I go to put it down on paper it comes out jumbled, much like my post and comments I might add. Same goes with speaking, arguements especially. I have a friend of the conservative persuasion and me and him got into an arguement over Anne Coulter, specifically I think she's a bitch. Now I know what I want to say; that her rantings are nothing more than intellectual pornography, hypocritcal, you know the usual. But again it comes out jumbled.
Four. I am impaitent. I hate waiting for most anything and I really hate waiting on slow technology. Something about waiting fifteen minutes for a page to load drives me up the wall. However I find myself waiting for pretty much anything I ever wanted to acheive; college, friends, a place of my own, etc. Maybe my impaitience comes from the fact I;ve had to wait for pretty much everything in my life. I just want one thing in my life to be on schedul.
That's all I really know about myself at the current, I find it most difficult to define myself so pardon me if the following has been vague
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